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Midnight: Thursday and his Voice soothes me

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and i imagine his roughed hands

around mine, like moths to autumn flames

they will twist and dance,

 

in the instance of knowing

i am the balm for his words

and he, he holds me firm,

 

through telling months

our need to capture

every second turn and answer too,

smokes in the heat of a late indian summer.

 

 

 

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For Darin xxx

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  • grm
    May 15, 2008

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    i'm tempted to steal from you and write a poem called:
    'It's the 14th of the Month, and I Have a Heart Attack Reading My Phone Bill.'

    yes, we are all in the same boat, literally, lolol; but the closeness of voice to ear to heart is oh so necessary; albeit expensive


    i know when i hear my liefie's voice, the whole world comes to a stop and there's nothing and no one but me and her. i get totally focused on every nuance of her voice...and sometimes the words don't matter as much as the sound.

    metaphorically...we hold each other in our mouths

    beautiful, beautiful...because i know this feeling as well as my own skin



    shazam!


    • NurseChilly gold member
      May 15, 2008
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      he just got off work, we had our little chat on the phone and again, he soothed me down, stops me going overboard and crazy

      and yes, i know you'd understand this one hun

      thankie kind sir

  • tara wilson gold member
    May 15, 2008

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    "every second turn and answer too,
    smokes in the heat of a late indian summer."

    this is soooo beautiful...I love the mood..you have captured the feel of an indian summer here so perfectly...love this..best of luck in the contest..




  • ArtFullyMe gold member
    May 15, 2008
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  • Nicolette gold member
    May 15, 2008

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    aaah yes, the voice...i know, i know..

    This is so beautiful, Gilly...softly lit, romantic, filled with yearning and an intimacy that just makes me beam and all mushy inside...

    not long now..soon you'll be counting the "sleepies"..oh yes, you will.

    sighs....

    ~ Nicolette


  • layla.
    May 15, 2008
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    hot!!!


  • background music
    May 15, 2008

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    You have painted a romantic immage of longing and love, Darin is lucky


  • Heath Thompson
    May 15, 2008
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    excellent write!


  • Lucy.
    May 15, 2008
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    For Darin, Darin, Darin. Where are your poems about me!??!!

    No, lovely, lovely, as always. Love the first stanza the best, gorgeous romantic imagery.


    • NurseChilly gold member
      May 15, 2008
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      feeling a tad left out hun?? i shall write something for thee, then... heheheheh


      • Lucy.
        May 15, 2008

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        lol, no don't! I dread to think what it would say!
        Off again, see you later


  • Cannonsfire
    May 15, 2008

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    double sighs...and each tendril of smoke draws him closer...closer...until you cannot see where both begin or end...sigh... Love, C


  • Cat gold member
    May 15, 2008

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    indian summer.. is there anything better? perhaps? this poem...

    beautiful- telling
    whistful.. wonderful

    M

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